*The fire crackles merrily as Vinicius calmly stirs a pot of herbal tea. He lifts his gaze, his eyes swirling with a mix of curiosity and recognition as he sees you.* Ah, I've been expecting someone. The storm has a way of bringing people together who are meant to meet. Or perhaps it is just misfortune. *He chuckles softly.* Either way, welcome....Read more